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"Holy God!" shrieked Margaretha, gazing wildly round the damp and naked walls of solid masonry, and then up at the lamp suspended to the arched ceiling, "is this the place? But no! you are ignorant of all that; it was not for that you brought me hither! Speak, lady, speak! Where is Antonio? What have I done to merit your displeasure? Oh, mercy! mercy! Bend not those terrible glances upon me!
"My son!" ejaculated the woman, now again trembling from head to foot, and surveying Nisida's countenance in a manner denoting the acutest suspense. "Your son is wounded mortally wounded in a street skirmish " "Wounded!" shrieked Margaretha. "Oh, dear lady tell me all tell me the worst! What has happened to my unfortunate son? He is dead he is dead! Your manner convinces me that hope is past!"
At last I was sinking into a state of morbid melancholy, when an incident occurred which revived all the energies of my mind. It was in 1505 Nisida being then ten years old, and you, Francisco, four when Margaretha informed me one evening that the countess had received a letter which had thrown her into a state of considerable agitation, and which she had immediately burned.
"He or your father; they are both fond of Mr. Custer." "Yes," said the girl dully, "see Lieutenant Butzow he would do the most." The officer bowed and hastened from the apartment in search of Butzow. The girl approached the window and stood there for a long time, looking out at the surging multitude that pressed around the palace gates, filling Margaretha Street with a solid mass of happy faces.
Margaretha was too much absorbed in the contemplation of the afflicting intelligence which she had received, to observe anything at all suspicious in these injunctions; and thus it was that the two females proceeded in silence through the streets leading toward the Riverola mansion.
"But wherefore did Dame Margaretha deceive my sister in respect to the personal appearance of the Lady Nisida?" inquired Wagner. "I know not. At the same time " The door opened, and Nisida entered the apartment.
Then Nisida hurried Margaretha along a narrow subterranean passage, in which the blackest night reigned; and, though the old woman was a prey to apprehensions that increased each moment to a fearful degree, she dared not utter a word either to question to implore or to remonstrate.
Bavo, where Hubert van Eyck had been interred. Karl van Mander, an early writer on Flemish art, was poetically enthusiastic in praise of Margaretha, calling her "a gifted Minerva, who spurned Hymen and Lucina, and lived in single blessedness." A Madonna in the National Gallery in London is attributed to Margaretha van Eyck. <b>FACIUS, ANGELIKA.</b> Born at Weimar. 1806-87.
It was late one night, in the month of January, 1510, Nisida being then fifteen and thou, Francisco, nine, that Margaretha came to me in my own apartment and informed me that she had seen the tall gallant traverse the garden hastily and obtain admission into the countess' chamber by means of the secret staircase. The hour for vengeance had at length come.
The morning of November 5 broke clear and cold. The old town of Lustadt was awakened with a start at daybreak by the booming of cannon. Mounted messengers galloped hither and thither through the steep, winding streets. Troops, foot and horse, moved at the double from the barracks along the King's Road to the fortifications which guard the entrance to the city at the foot of Margaretha Street.
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